I want to be a good person

Zhang Aiguo on the truck wiped away his tears. Why does the nation always suffer so much?

Drinking to drown your sorrows only makes you more sorrowful. You can't figure it out, and you don't have the ability to change it.

Life is so difficult for the people, with corrupt officials rampant and people obsessed with worshipping foreigners and selling out their country. A large amount of wealth is lost, and the years of passion are so short.

It’s all because of poverty and money. Utopia is always just a dream.

Unable to bear it, he pretended to be drunk, took out a cigarette, and threw down two dollars and 50 yuan in military notes as a consolation.

When food and clothing are no longer the first priority, the flood of thoughts needs to be correctly guided.

Strong pressure is only temporary. The harder the spring is compressed, the more unpredictable the future rebound will be.

The truck was driving a little crookedly. He was drunk, and although he could hold his liquor, his hands, feet and head were still a little shaky.

Don't drink while driving, don't drink and drive.

"Boom"

The truck crashed into a checkpoint, knocking two traitors flying. The arc in the air was covered with blood, and it was very cool.

"idiot!"

The sergeant on duty cursed angrily.

When he opened the car door, a smell of alcohol hit his nose, making the sergeant even angrier. He burped and reached out his hand to slap someone.

The Japanese army's Type 1938 military uniform was completely replaced in , with a stand-up collar changed to a folded collar, and epaulettes changed to collar badges.

Zhang Aiguo's collar badge had three stars on it, and although he was a blue baggage soldier, he had a strict class system.

Reach out your hand and gently smooth the corner of the collar.

He took it back and saluted.

"Hello, senior."

"Yoshi."

Zhang Aiguo patted the other person on the shoulder.

"Senior, I am Yinxue Youzao. It's our first meeting. Please take care of me. Please."

"I'm Saburo Oshima, please take care of me."

Both sides supported each other as they entered the stronghold. As for the traitor who was knocked down, no one paid any attention to him. He was just a running dog, not even as valuable as a wolfdog, whose meat could be eaten after death.

The car was loaded with some supplies, as well as a small amount of sake and Rehoro beer.

"Oh, what day is it? There is sake and beer. It really makes people happy."

The sergeant looked at the supplies and rubbed his hands excitedly.

"One bottle per person, no more. This is the decision I can make."

"Thank you so much."

The sergeant bowed deeply.

"Don't get too drunk and miss your chance to fight."

"Hey, please rest assured, senior!"

Four Japanese soldiers got on the car and took down two boxes of wine. They looked very happy and had no scruples at all. They never thought that two traitors were killed and their bodies were left there.

Alcohol, cigarettes, and women are three tools that soldiers use to relieve stress and fatigue, and are powerful weapons to paralyze their nerves.

I watched the Japanese gently open a bottle of sake, pour a little into an aluminum cup, and sip it slowly, bit by bit, like offering sacrifice to the gods, just like tasting tea.

Zhang Aiguo found it funny. This was his last taste of what life was like. Could it be that he had a premonition?

Seeing this, Zhang Aiguo became interested. This was completely different from the image of Chinese soldiers. How could his compatriots drink up a big bowl of liquor in one breath, throw the bowl away, step on the fragments and never come back?

Great! Good men of Greater China!

The traitors watched helplessly as the Japs only cared about drinking. Being a dog is worse than being an ox or a horse. At least you should be fed because you have to work.

"Hey, come here, everyone."

Zhang Aiguo knew that he was only six-tenths drunk and was just pretending to be crazy.

"Baga, hurry up."

"Oshima-senpai, these are a bunch of lowly Chinese pigs. What do you need to do? Do you need to kill people for fun? That one and that one can be killed."

"Mr. Yinxue, is this true?"

"Yes, they dare not resist. You need to shoot or behead them."

There are 4 devils and more than 30 puppet soldiers and traitors. How can we kill these four with our blood boiling?

Unfortunately, the 30-odd people had no idea and walked forward with their heads down and ingratiating smiles on their faces.

"We're having a drink. Will they retaliate against me? I killed two people."

"No, they don't dare. An army that surrenders voluntarily has no courage and fighting spirit."

"Oh, I didn't expect Yinxue-kun's methods to be so powerful. I really admire him."

"Excuse me, Senior. The Chinese are easy to manage. All you need to do is give them some small benefits. If you don't believe me, just try it."

The vagina showed off and her words were full of confidence.

"Gu Sang, Gu Sang!"

The sergeant's loud shout was quickly met with a warm response.

A puppet army captain with his military cap tilted on his head ran out with a flattering smile on his face.

"You guys, gather your troops, put away your guns, and I'll buy you a drink."

"Hi, thank you for the reward, Master."

The captain put his feet together, lowered his head and bowed deeply. He felt inexplicably cold and looked up to meet Zhang Aiguo's cold eyes.

Although it was a cold day, sweat broke out all of a sudden and I was shivering in my heart. This Japanese devil was thinking about me.

"My dear Sir, your men rammed your truck. I am truly sorry. I apologize to you on their behalf. You must be compensated."

Look at what he said, it's so foolproof. Was it the car that hit the person, or the person that hit the car?

No matter how clearly you understand it, it won't change the outcome. The Chinese suffer because there are too many smart people. Life is a muddle-headed life.

Zhang Shouguo narrowed his eyes and smiled, but the coldness in his eyes did not disappear at all.

"Very good. There is a Chinese saying that a man who knows the current situation is a hero! You have a very good conscience."

"Yes, yes, Madam Taijun, thank you for your compliment. I am willing to work hard for the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere!"

"drink wine."

"Hey, Madam, I'll arrange for someone to buy some snacks. Please wait a moment."

"Gu Sang, you are pretty good."

The captain called two of his trusted men over.

"Gousheng, Shuanzhu, hurry up and ride your rickshaw to the town to buy some meat and salted duck eggs, and bring 50 yuan from my house."

"Go quickly."

"Yes Yes."

"Captain, what should we do with Erdan and Sangouzi who were killed in the accident?"

"What can I do? Who told them to lean on Taijun's car? I have to take responsibility. I have to advance 50 yuan today and ask their wives for it later."

"Ugh."

The sound was not loud, but it was loud enough for the surrounding puppet troops to hear it. It was as silent as water entering mud.

The sergeant was very excited. He took out cans and carefully set up the table. The Japanese soldiers were extremely excited.

"The wine tastes so good, and it's different from what I drank before, Oshima-senpai, what's the difference?"

"This is the wine that the non-commissioned officers drink. I'm going to send it to the squadron leaders and their men. It's real sake."

"Oh~"

"Oh~"

"Then let us raise our glasses, Sky Locusts onboard!"

"Onboard."

……

"Thank you for the gift from Oshima-senpai. We also have the opportunity to taste the wine of the non-commissioned officers!"

With such a country, such powerful people, such military officers, and so many tycoons, why should I still die for them?

Just do the opposite.

It was just Zhang Aiguo's drunken thought. The Japanese also assessed the situation and it all came down to interests.

"Jingle Bell"

The movement of the rickshaw came back.

"Taijun, Taijun."

Captain Gu came in humbly and fawningly.

I put what I had in my hand on the table. There were two lotus leaf bags, one containing roast chicken and the other containing peanuts.

There is also a big red envelope.

"Taijun, this is the compensation from my two subordinates. Please accept it."

"Hahaha, Yoshi."

Official power, official power. It’s only been less than two years and they have become enslaved to this extent.

No wonder, no wonder, it becomes chaotic if you let it go and dies if you control it, it is a vivid portrayal.